I haven’t seen Skyfall yet, but James Bond came to mind when I read about the latest round of redundancies at UBS. Employees at the troubled Swiss investment bank got a rude awakening on Tuesday when they found their security passes wouldn’t let them into the office. Instead, according to a report in the Daily Telegraph, “the traders were whisked to offices on the fourth floor where they were handed an envelope containing details of the redundancy process”. I love the way that is written – “whisked” to the fourth floor, no doubt to meet a villainous-looking HR “Business Partner” perhaps sitting by a large water feature, stroking a long haired white cat – “ahh, Mr … we’ve been expecting you”. Having been handed an envelope telling them they were on “special leave” and if they escaped an early bath with the piranhas as they left the fourth floor they went out and got drunk in a nearby pub. And why not?